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Attar-Uzzin

ATTAR-UZZIN

NAME: Attar-Uzzin

FACTION: None

RANK: As a member of society, your character might have a rank that exemplifies his or her importance.

SPECIES: Codru-ji

AGE: 24

SEX: Male

HEIGHT: 6'3"

WEIGHT: 80 kg

EYES: Milky white (the iris and pupil blend in with the sclera.)

HAIR: Black

SKIN: Caucasian/White

FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes



STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
STRENGTHS: Attar is incredibly dexterous and physically fit, being able to lift and move his body effortlessly with plenty of stamina to compensate. He is also very wise and quick-witted.
WEAKNESSES: Attar is terrible at communicating (thoughtfully, he's prone to being quite air-headed and insensitive), which leaves him with few allies, as well as many enemies. He also lacks a decent grasp on using technologies due to his primal lifestyle as a young Wyrwulve; more use to a primitive way of living back at home.

APPEARANCE:
Attar-Uzzin is tall (6'3") and incredibly lean - having a toned body, yet with little mass on his bones. He wears black robes with a grey overtunic on top, with tight pants made out of a material similar to leather which forks into an exposed space around the ankles. Attar wears no shoes. Over all of this, he dons a black tattered cloak which drapes over his body like a large cape (used for hiding his second pair of arms, and miscellaneous tools on his person.)

BIOGRAPHY:
Attar-uzzin lived on an unnamed smuggler's planet somewhere in the outer rim territories of the galaxy. His life was filled with crime, as he lived in the slums of his planet which would facilitate the trade of illegal game (mostly sentient species were hunted for their unique body parts), as well as weapons and other stolen goods. Due to Attar's race, he was protected by his mother in this smuggler's haven while he was a pup. In public, he was treated as a pet by his mother to divert attention from thugs and the like. As soon as he had fully formed into a bipedal body, he was finally able to experience the planet on his own, only to be sorely disappointed.

The degenerative smog produced by burning chemicals periodically poured an acidic rain over the citizens. Slaves were presented around the streets for perverts or abusive gang leaders to leer at and buy. Children were shoved and treated less than dirt, just like Attar, which forced his perspective on life to be somewhat sinister and pessimistic. But despite all he had seen, his biological nature led him to doing righteous things, such as standing up for the poor children being hit by their families, or even feeding the odd lost creature in the empty and neglected alleys.

He was also capable of doing unjust things. Joining a gang, making enemies and even killing another creature in an act of self defence. After this unfortunate event he was forced to leave his planet after his recently old and withered mother was assassinated by a pale, bald-headed man, wearing a pair of small round lenses and a flashy jacket.

Hiding in a trader's spacefaring vehicle with other escapees and immigrants, he decided to seek out a new home for himself, still running, still hoping for the day he can take a second to even mourn his lost family member.

He only wanted a quiet life.

SHIP:
N/A (currently)

KILLS:
N/A (currently)

BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A (currently)



ROLE-PLAYS:
None active
 

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